When the sun goes down, the gravestone statues in Willow Hills Cemetery come to life--including Gretta. As a granite guardian of the dead, it's her job to make sure her charge--the snarky, hot-headed, lesbian spirit Quinn Rivera--crosses over and finds spiritual peace. But that's a little hard to do when Quinn's twin brother Jason blames himself for her premature death. And for Quinn to agree to cross over, he must learn the truth of her accidental passing and the bipolar episodes that led her to shut him out beforehand. But reaching out to the living is against the rules, and to break them would mean facing the most power-hungry and terrifying spirit of all: Death. *** Inspired by 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 (but not a retelling), Willow Hills is a southern gothic story with paranormal/horror elements. 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥) C/W: Gore, some violence, and light to moderate swearing. Neurodiverse and LGBT #ownvoice rep.

"There's all kinds of magic KC, the type that fixes you up no matter how many times you fall, the type that gives you an edge over other people in a competition, there are so many types" She explains grating the okro fingerlings lazily. I ponder on what she has said for a long while before finally speaking up "What's your magic?" "I can't tell you" she replies, giving me a wink "Can't or won't?" I push feeling strangely deflated "Oh, so you're a grown up now eh? trying to play smart and what not" she counters, still smiling. "You don't have to tell me, I know it already, its pretty easy to tell" I assure her shrugging, knowing it's a bluff, but she doesn't need to know that. "Mhmmmn" "What's my magic going to be?" I ask, drawing my stool closer to where she's sitting in the dimly lit kitchen. I take over the grating from her as she turns her attention to the pot on the stove. She cranes her neck around to look at me, her brown eyes big and full of knowledge, but the answer she gives shocks me dumb. "I don't know KC, I guess you'll have to find that out for yourself"